This August marks my 8th year as a New Yorker. Aside from Facebook posts and scribblings in an ever abandoned diary, I don't have a formal account of my time in New York - glamorous and, more often than not, otherwise.
In my family, Aunt Kitty, is the historian - collecting memories of my grandparents and compiling them into notebooks so that we can reminisce about the great people they were and learn more about the life experiences that shaped them into the people we knew and loved.
So stay tuned for ramblings about when Mariah Carey called me Charlie, when I summoned Julie Andrews with a song, when I watched a movie with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, and many more slightly less glamorous tales.